382 HUSBAND HYACINTH
Graeculus esuriens in caelum, jusseris, ibit.
Bid the hungry Greek go to heaven, he will go.
Juvenal—Satires. III. 78.
Magister artis ingeniique Iargitor venter.
The belly is the teacher of art and the bestower of genius.
Persius—Satires. Prologue. X.
Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
Plautus—Stichus. Act II. 1. 1.
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| text = <poem>Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
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| work = Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. L. 44.
La ventre affame' n'point d'oreilles.
Hungry bellies have no ears.
Rabelais—Pantagruel. Bk. III. Ch. XV.
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| text = <poem>Nee rationem patitur, nee aequitate mitigatur nee ulla prece flectitur, populus esuriens.
A hungry people listens not to reason, nor cares for justice, nor is bent by any prayers.
Seneca—De Brevitate Vita. XVIII.
They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth
proverbs,
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must
eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods
sent not
Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
They vented their complainings.
Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 209.
Our stomachs
Will make what's homely savoury.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 6. L. 32.
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Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 194.
My more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 81.
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
Thomson—The Seasons. Winter. L. 393.
Malesuada fames.
Hunger that persuades to evil.
Vergil—Æneid. VI. 276.
HUSBAND
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| text = <poem>But O ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you
all?
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| work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 22.
And truant husband should return, and say,
"My dear, I was the first who came away.
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| work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 141.
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| text = The lover in the husband may be lost.
Lord Lyttleton—Advice to a Lady. L. 112.
God is thy law, thou mine.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 637.
The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. EX. L. 267.
is And to thy husband's will
Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. X. L. 195.
With thee goes
Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound;
Where he abides, think there thy native soil.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. XI. L. 290.
The stoic husband was the glorious thing.
The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,
And lov'd his country.
| author = Pope
| work = Epilogue to Rowe's Jane Shore.
Well, if our author in the wife offends
He has a husband that will make amends;
He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving,
And sure such kind good creatures may be living.
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No worse a husband than the best of men.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 131.
I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Diet his sickness, for it is my office.
Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 98.
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall
cany
Half my love with him, half my care and duty.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 103.
If I should marry him, I should marry twenty
husbands.
Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 67.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance.
Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 146.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
Taming of the Shrew. Act V, Sc. 2. L. 155.
HYACINTH
Hyacinthus
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| text = <poem>The hyacinth for constancy wi' its unchanging blue.
Burns—O Luve Will Venture In.
Art thou a hyacinth blossom
The shepherds upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
Shall I not lift thee?
Bliss Carman. Trans, of Sappho.
Come, evening gale! the crimsonne rose
Is drooping for thy sighe of dewe;
The hyacinthe wooes thy kisse to close
In slumberre sweete its eye of blue.
George Croly—Inscription for a Grotto.
